Compete with your nemesis to be a prodigal

Since 7436 was not happy, Lu Bingwen didn't bother to force him, and decided to make a living by himself.

With a soft snort, he unceremoniously let 7436 enter the small black room, then lightly adjusted his glasses, and tiptoed upstairs.

Since Duan Zhuoheng lived downstairs as his own home, he hadn't gone upstairs for a long time, and the combination lock in front of the door was covered with a layer of dust.

Lu Bingwen, who was a little bit hygienic, took out a tissue from his pocket and wiped it on the touch screen panel before squatting down to study the password.

Just like the last time I checked the phone password, although I knew it was unlikely, but the first time I probably still had the last hope, Lu Bingwen carefully entered his birthday.

But soon, after the error prompt popped up, it undoubtedly poured a basin of cold water on his heart.

Lu Bingwen closed his eyes and sighed deeply.

Even so, he still didn't give up, quickly adjusted his emotions, and entered Duan Zhuoheng's own birthday again.

Still the same as last time, it shows that the password is wrong.

Lu Bingwen curled up his palms slightly, and entered the combination date of their birthdays with the last hope.

However, what awaited him was still the same result - wrong password.

At this point, Lu Bingwen wondered if he was looking for trouble now. He knew that Duan Zhuoheng had already changed the password of his mobile phone, so why did he still have hope of being able to crack the password of his house?

Seeing that the upper limit of the combination lock's automatic alarm input was about to be reached, Lu Bingwen looked at the combination lock that he could not do anything about, and wished he could kick the door directly, but fortunately, his remaining rationality stopped him.

"Damn, should I really set the password to the birthday of a lover I don't know?"

Although Duan Zhuoheng's performance during this period of time made Lu Bingwen feel that his liking for him was not pretended, but the codes that he could not decipher could not help but make him think wildly.

But since Duan Zhuoheng returned to China, he hasn't seen any special people around him. Could it be that he met him during the years abroad?

The more Lu Bingwen thought about it, the more likely it was. After all, after seven years, married couples still have a seven-year itch, let alone the two who had just confirmed their relationship at that time?

Lu Bingwen gritted his teeth and took a few breaths, and decided to ask someone to clarify.

Among the friends Duan Zhuoheng met abroad, the only one he knew was Liao Chen. Lu Bingwen took out his cell phone and wanted to call him.

However, when his finger was almost on the dial button, he suddenly stopped.

Speaking of Liao Chen, Lu Bingwen suddenly thought of another thing.

On the day Duan Zhuoheng was drinking a piece of music at the bar, Liao Chen also called. Judging from his tone at that time, it seemed that Duan Zhuoheng would get himself drunk on that day every year, so that Liao Chen was no stranger to it.

So, maybe that day was a very important day for Duan Zhuoheng?

Lu Bingwen thought about it, and put the phone back again.

Looking at the combination lock in front of him, he pursed his lips: Anyway, there is one last chance, why not try it, it doesn't matter if you make a mistake...

Thinking of this, Lu Bingwen thought for a while, and entered that day's date twice.

After entering the password, Lu Bingwen, who was ready to fail, got up and was about to go back home, when he got up halfway and suddenly heard a "ding".

Then, the door opened.

You guessed it right?

Lu Bingwen stood up at a loss for a while, and when he was almost digested, he bit his lower lip viciously, remembered the date just now, and planned to try Duan Zhuoheng's phone again tonight.

If the phone can also be opened with this password...

Lu Bingwen sneered and "hummed".

Duan Zhuoheng, who was having a meeting in Qirun's conference room more than ten kilometers away, suddenly sneezed inexplicably.

Xiao Wang, who was sitting next to him to record the outline of the meeting, immediately put down the pen in his hand, and asked concerned: "Mr. Duan, do you have a cold?"

How can it be?Duan Zhuoheng is still very confident in his physique.

It's just that this sneeze suddenly reminded him of last night when he was clearing the dining table, Wenwen seemed to say that the temperature had dropped recently, reminding himself to pay attention to his body...

Seeing that the boss who was analyzing the report with a serious face just now suddenly seemed to be possessed by something, and there was a smile on his face that did not match his temperament, and the little queen felt chills on his back: "Old, Boss, what are you laughing at?"

"Huh? Did I laugh?" After being asked by Xiao Wang, Duan Zhuoheng realized that he seemed to have accidentally shown his joy.

But it doesn't matter, Duan Zhuoheng raised his head with hooked lips, glanced at the group of managers below, and then said in a tone that was almost showing off: "I heard that the temperature will cool down in the next few days, everyone should pay attention to your body."

If the tormented Liao Chen was at the scene, he would be able to tell immediately that the emphasis of these words was on the three words "I heard".

The implication of this guy is: you single dogs, don't you feel pitiful without a precious wife to greet you?

But for these subordinates who don't know much about their new boss, although Duan Zhuoheng's greeting came a bit abruptly, it was still quite heartwarming.

Duan Zhuoheng looked at the subordinates who seemed to be moved in front of him, and felt a little disappointed: These idiots, it seems that they don't understand what they mean!

Helplessly sighed.

At the same time, Lu Bingwen on the other side has successfully entered Duan Zhuoheng's house.

The decoration is almost exactly the same as downstairs, because it is a little less popular, it looks a little deserted.

Lu Bingwen didn't stay in the living room too long, he glanced casually and found nothing unusual, so he went straight to the main topic and entered the master bedroom.

This is not the first time that Lu Bingwen has entered Duan Zhuoheng's bedroom, but because of special circumstances the first two times, he didn't have time to look at it, but he just felt that the layout was basically the same as his own.

However, when I came here to take a closer look today, Lu Bingwen did find a place where Duan Zhuoheng's place was different from his own downstairs - that was the curtains.

Lu Bingwen remembered that there were only two layers of curtains in his bedroom, a layer of thinner gauze curtains and a thicker layer of cloth curtains, but here Duan Zhuoheng...

Lu Bingwen walked in, opened it and counted, it turned out to be three floors.

Between the same inner and outer layers of sheer and cloth curtains, there is another layer of silver-white blackout curtains.

Could it be that the construction team made a mistake?

Lu Bingwen picked up the curtain remote control beside the bed with some doubts, and closed the curtain.

When the curtains were slowly closed from both sides, the room gradually darkened, and when the curtains on both sides were closed together, the entire bedroom had become pitch black.

Lu Bingwen rubbed his teeth against his lips. Obviously, such shading intensity does not conform to the general logic of the developer's decoration.

Like, remodeled by myself.

But why would he do it?

Lu Bingwen pressed the switch and reopened the curtains.

When the sunlight fell into every corner of the room again, he suddenly thought of some eccentricities of Duan Zhuoheng after the reunion.

For example, every time he does some kind of exercise on the bed, he always likes to turn off the overhead light, leaving only a small night light that can barely see the silhouette of people.

Although the two of Duan Zhuoheng never slept in the same bed before he went abroad, Lu Bingwen went to Duan's house to look for him not infrequently. At that time, Duan Zhuoheng seldom even drew the curtains when he was sleeping at night.

Once when Lu Bingwen got up early to find his homework, he was shocked that someone could still sleep soundly when the sun was shining directly on his face.

It seems that in seven years, some habits will really change.

Lu Bingwen shook his head and put the remote control back to its original position.

He still hasn't forgotten the real purpose of his effort to come in today, pushed his eyes on the bridge of his nose, and put his eyes on the drawer of the bedside locker.

Ever since Duan Zhuoheng raised his head to drink water like medicine last night, Lu Bingwen felt that something was wrong. When he was taking a shower, he deliberately looked through the drawers in the bedroom, but found nothing except a few boxes of Okamoto.

But sometimes, people will instinctively find some unusual places, and then the more they think about it, the more they scratch their heads and want to know the truth.

Lu Bingwen was like this. Although he didn't find anything abnormal in his home, he always felt that Duan Zhuoheng was taking medicine, so after deliberation, he finally decided to come upstairs to have a look.

If Duan Zhuoheng wanted to hide it from himself, he certainly wouldn't put his things downstairs. After all, he usually stays at home much longer than him. Compared with him, upstairs is much safer. After all, he doesn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional. After being together for so long, he didn't even take the initiative to mention the password upstairs.

With this in mind, Lu Bingwen approached the locker little by little, and there was nothing on the same locker as his own, as if it had never been used.

But recalling the sound of Zhuo Heng opening the drawer to take BYT in the first time, Lu Bingwen put his hand under the second drawer in the middle.

Gently pull, just like downstairs, full of boxes of scattered byt.

Having experienced everything, Lu Bingwen couldn't help being shy when he saw the scene in front of him...

But after being shy, he found something different in the drawer from downstairs.

Although the Okamotos downstairs are neatly placed, they are all placed flat in drawers according to ordinary people's placement habits, but here, they are placed vertically just like the shelves in the supermarket.

Does Duan Zhuoheng have such a habit of placing them?

Lu Bingwen thought about his action of putting the medicine box before, and he was sure that he put it flat like himself.

If it's not a habit, it's intentional.

Is it hiding something?

Lu Bingwen frowned, and stretched out his hand to take out several boxes that were placed vertically. Finally, in the innermost part of the drawer, he found several boards of pills without boxes.

"Venlafaxine...lorazepam..." Lu Bingwen silently read the name on the back of the pill.

Although he didn't know what kind of medicine it was for, just looking at Duan Zhuoheng's effort to hide the medicine, Lu Bingwen guessed that it must not be some ordinary medicine.

Frowning, he took out his mobile phone and entered the names of the two drugs into the search box. The encyclopedia introduction that popped up surprised Lu Bingwen.